Forceful Justice

by Blair Aaron

  The Last Meal

  I

  The week before Stetson Carthswaite was scheduled to be executed by the state of Wyoming, he formed a friendship with the mysterious Kwahu Ross, a Native American spiritual leader whom the local Idaho town cast out for dabbling in “black magic.” He confided in Stetson, and only Stetson, that he was indeed capable of magical forces and that he need not be present for them to work their wonders. Stetson, being somewhat stressed out given his impending ride on the electric chair, courtesy of the government, and being a mild skeptic, was inclined to dismiss Kwahu in that moment. But something made him reconsider his first reaction to Kwahu's admission, after what happened to his arch nemesis, Pops the Queer.

  Several prisoners Kwahu Ross had befriended before Stetson arrived in Wyoming State Penitentiary told Stetson (after they could trust him) why Pops virtually disappeared from the prison. They said that Pops was found with his legs completely turned the opposite direction, like a giant might tear apart a Barbie doll in anger. Kwahu's friends implicitly knew he was responsible, but none of the guards or wardens ever considered Kwahu a suspect, considering he was kept on strict lockdown nearly 24/7.

  The news really unnerved Stetson, not because he saw Pops' body and not because he thought Kwahu had committed the crime by somehow escaping his cell. What really unsettled him was the separate but related news that the prison kept Kwahu on total lock down. Prisoners in total lock down were allowed a brief moment of freedom--to shower, to shit, or a 15 minute walk around the courtyard once a week. Prisoners on lockdown were not allowed to contribute to laundry duty, or to eat with fellow inmates at lunch, as Kwahu had done with Stetson not a month ago.

  So there were only one of three possibilities: one, that Stetson was losing his mind, which wasn't impossible considering the circumstances; two, that the guards broke the rules and let Kwahu out; or three, that Kwahu was capable of supernatural feats. Stetson could not figure out which possibility he believed in, and the dilemma occupied his mind constantly, probably as a way of coping with his impending death. There was no getting out of this one, and Stetson concentrated on this local petty mystery spread throughout the prison gossip circles in order to take his mind off the unbearable. He was going to die, and he would do it alone, with no one who cared about his legacy. Carter Simmons occupied his mind as well, especially his dreams, which were at this point becoming practically hallucinations. One night in particular, as he was lying in bed listen to a storm outside, a shadow appeared in the hallway, and as it turned the corner, he could tell it was Carter. Excited he jumped up from his bed and started banging on the window.

  “You're here. How did ya get in?” Stetson asked but Carter wouldn't say anything. Stetson reached through the door to touch his face, caressing Carter's soft cheek with his big hand. Carter pulled out some keys and unlocked the door, letting Stetson out of his cell.

  “They got my cuffed, kid.” Carter then walked into the cell and pulled out another set of keys, snuffing Stetson from the metal post on the bed. Stetson jumped up, his side still in pain and walked out of the cell, paranoid of the cameras in the corner of the room. Carter led him into a guard's office-room, where another tall white man was sitting in a rolling chair. Carter, without saying a word, immediately began taking off his clothes, his red plaid shirt first. He smiled at Stetson, revealing a much more defined chest and shoulder build.

  “You been working out boy?” Stetson smiled, instantly getting a hard-on. He looked to his right as the guard next to him stood up, with a sexual twinkle in his eyes.

  “Let's do this guys,” he said, as if he were commanding a fleet of warriors going into battle. The guy unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a massive chest covered lightly with dark black hair. The guy had a pasty white complexion, northern European in origin, and his eyes sunk back in his eye, creating a skull-like visage on the man. Stetson was not normally attracted to other guys, but it was clear Carter wanted him here.

  “Leave,” Stetson said. The guy stopped, anxious that he wasn't wanted.

  “No let him stay. I want a threesome,” Carter said, smiling. Stetson relented and started taking off his shoes. Carter continued undressing, dropping his pants and underwear, where he was not yet erect. The other man stared back and forth between the two of them, excited about the show, and then took his hat and glasses off. His hair was much lighter than Stetson, though still blonde, and he had soft fuzz running along his arms. His biceps were massive, mounds of rock-hard dough molded on the middle of his arm. His waist was somewhat wide, like a statue from Greece, complete with a tapered V shape. Stetson found himself a little uncomfortable at first, but soon loosened the tightness of his chest as he saw Carter make out with the guy. It was glorious. Their thick, soft lips intermingled, twisting and changing shape like they were two hungry animals anxious to fuse. There was soft sucking sounds on their lips and Stetson's member became engorged with blood. The experience was surreal, dream-like, almost something he couldn't imagine was even happening. But happening it was, as Stetson stepped out of his orange prison jump suit. Carter was completely naked now, the man next to him making out with him, running his surprisingly effeminate hands up and down Carter's backside. Carter's softer parts depressed under the weight of the man's embraces, and it was a visual feast to watch his love taken by another man. The guard molded Carter's body to his will, squeezing the inner part of his thigh, stroking his erect penis, rubbing his thumb along the inside of Carter's knee, sculpted and shaped perfectly from what seemed like flesh-colored stone. Carter got down on his knees and began unbuckling the man's belt, and the guard helped him along. Carter took one look at Stetson for approval and smiled in anticipation. He pulled down the guy's underwear revealing thick black pubic hair covered a massive cock. The guy whispered nothings into the air, as Carter sucked and licked on the underside of the man's penis, letting the snake hang over the top of his face. The guard didn't move, simply watching Carter give him pleasure silently. Stetson began to get irritable and approached the two men, unbuckling his own pants and smiling in anticipation of sharing his love's mouth with another man. The newness of the experience was electrified, tingling in the deepest parts of Stetson's repressed libido. Carter caught on very quickly to what Stetson wanted and switched over to his erect cock, lathering the underside with his saliva, leaving streams of spit from the tip. Carter's mouth was moist and velvet as he continued massaging Stetson's balls with deep throating his entire manhood. He smiled up at Carter with his eyes, happy to see Stetson happy. The guard, though, was becoming increasingly irritable, anxious that he wouldn't share the pleasure he was received with another person. It seemed as if the guard wanted to say, without saying, that he wasn't there just to watch. He was there to have some fun. Stetson, on a whim, curious as to what another guy's penis felt like, when he'd only touched two other penises his entire life, began stroking his cock without looking in the guard's direction. Stetson immediately felt self-conscious but looked away, although he continued to stroke the guy consistently. He looked down at Carter who continued pleasing him and motioned for him to stand up and turn around. He obliged, revealing a tight butt waiting for his firm members to slide into like a teen male's hand in a baseball glove on a hot day. But something came over Stetson and he looked at the microphone, only a little smaller than his member, and had an idea. Carter looked at Stetson's gaze, practically reading his mind, and nodded his consent. Stetson continued stroking the guard with one hand, and grabbed the microphone with the other. He put the end near Carter's entrance and pushed firmly. Carter, who was used to being entered by men, let out only a small whimper and then a moan of pleasure. Stetson was the only person who had ever violated him in that way, and it was territory which brought them closer together. Carter also had never participated in a threesome, but tonight was a new night, considering that they might never see each other again. Carter lay his head on his forearm, letting Stetson push the microphone in and out of him smoothly. It was obvious he was hav
ing a good time. Stetson finally looked over at the guard, who was really getting into being stroked by Stetson. It was also clear that the guard never had been with a guy and was somewhat smitten with Stetson, in the way other, inferior men admire strong, attractive males without necessarily wanting to have sex with them. The blonde guard smiled maliciously at Stetson, in a familiar way that reminded Stetson vaguely of someone he met in a past life, or long forgotten dream, and whom he hated. This wasn't the same person, Stetson knew that, but he couldn't help but make the association. Nevertheless, it was high time Stetson entered Carter anally, but he considered for a second what a thrill it would be to have Carter watch him suck off another guy. He pulled the microphone out of Carter, who could see it was time for another adventure and looked over at Stetson, who began to lower himself to waist level of the guard. He looked at Carter for a few seconds and then began to suck off the guard. The guard, given that Stetson was this close to another man's nether regions, smelled as you might imagine a forest ranger would who bathed in distilled water, simultaneously pure but still wild, unkempt, airy, and clean. Carter's erection grew visibly stronger at the sight of the straightest cowboy he knew sucking off another man, who was almost as big as he was. It was incredible and a rush to experience the moment through Carter's eyes. Stetson looked up at the guard, who stared down his body at him, a smile on his face. Stetson grabbed the guy with both hands on either side of his waist in an effort to better control the movements of his thrusting. The guard's member moved in and out, in regular motion, a mild pressure on the back of Stetson's throat, which grew stronger with each thrust. He thought for a second it would be interesting to experience what it felt like to deep throat someone, and it was clear this was something Carter would enjoy watching by the look on his face. He took the man's waist and stopped him from thrusting so he could take a deep breath, and then without any warning pulled the guy's waist toward, pushing his erection into his throat, past his tonsils, and down his esophagus. He gagged a little, but it was interesting.

  Stetson stood up from off his knees and looked over at Carter who knew it was time, and he turned around. But Stetson didn't want to take him from behind, and he grabbed his lover's shoulder to reposition him. He picked the guy up by his waist and placed him, face front, on the computer desk, Carter's body leaning back against the screen, which tilted under his weight. Carter spread his legs like a woman, and Stetson grabbed some lube from the guard's backpack, running the tips of his fingers in Carter's asshole. He moaned with the pleasure and anticipation. Then he Stetson stepped forward, completely out of his jeans at this point, and pushed against Carter's opening. He grunted a little and the plastic rocked back and forth, slamming against the glass window and Carter's back. He continued pumping for several moments, creating a small cocoon of energy between Stetson and Carter, unaware of anyone who might being watching. As the seconds passed, he pumped faster and faster, making louder and louder noises on the glass. At some point he thought he could see a crack in the window, which distracted him from his sexual workout. Then two male hands reached around Stetson's massive back to rub his stomach up and down. He remembered in that second there was another person in the room, growing angry for being interrupted in his lovemaking with Carter. The guard was clearly trying to get attention without making Stetson mad, so he had no choice but to include him.

  He pulled out of Carter with small pop and guided the blonde guard in between their two bodies. He didn't seem like he initially knew what to do but it was clear after he pushed the guard in Carter's direction that Stetson wanted a train. The guard took notice and turned around Carter, pushing his dick into him from behind. Carter braced himself against the wooden desk, breathing softly, his forehead leaning against the now cracked glass, hanging over the plastic computer monitors. Then Stetson walked up to the guard, and placed his hands on his waist from behind. He put his dick into the guard's hole, and it was immediately clear the guard had never felt anal sex from the receiving end before. Stetson had to go slow at first, because it was clearly the guard's first time, not only with receiving anal sex but also with giving it, not to mention at the same time. They heaved and hawed and groaned and moaned. It was glorious. There were a few winces of pain from the guard before they heard noises in the distance and all disconnected themselves from the train, the guard being the sandwich.

  II

  The second and only person Carter Simmons ever loved would die in less than a week. And there was nothing he could do about it. The judge completely dismissed Carter's tape, and instead of attacking the true criminal, Presley Watkins, he instead went after the compassionate detective Michael Ingrams. Watkins accosted the detective after he found out about Carter's tape. Ingrams denied knowing he was recording Watkins, but it was no excuse. The police department demoted Ingrams back to officer. And there were rumors of romantic trysts between Carter and Ingram among the guys on the force. Ingrams was officially just as much an outcast now as Carter was--almost, but not quite, because he still had a job and the guys on the force were generally loyal to him, even if they kept their friendship from him.

  “Why can you not testify?” Carter's face was red hot as he undressed for the third time this week. The sex at this point was something he needed, even though he never loved Ingram, because the moments of closeness would have to do in these desperate times. Continuing the pseudo-relationship with Ingram also gave Carter hope that he might be able to help him before it was too late, and Stetson was gone forever.

  “I told you man. Where am I going to testify? I've already lost everything. You don't need me anymore. Why are you even here?” Ingram grew angry since his demotion, sensing that he was being used on some level. Carter was a kind person, but even kind people can use others for their own gain, even if they feel bad about it. “You have the tape. You have what you need, you don't need me to testify or anything. Only the judge can declare a mistrial, otherwise you have to file an appeal and hope for a stay of execution. If the judge doesn't want to participate, probably because he's colluding with Watkins and won't do anything to disparage his reputation, then there's nothing I can do.”

  “I'll go to the governor if I have to. I'll take his place. I'll do anything. Just help me!” Ingrams put his face to Carter's, rubbing his five o'clock shadow on the side of Carter's cheek lovingly.

  “I love you. Just stay with me. I'll protect you.”

  III

  The night before Stetson's execution, the dwarf-like guard who Stetson hated with the fire of a thousand suns stepped into his cell with the same malicious smile he had when something was up.

  “I've got something for your last meal big guy.”

  “You ain't ever asked me.”

  “Oh we didn't need to. We had the cook make it special for you.” The small guard looked over his shoulder at three other guards three times his size as they entered with a tray full of dog shit.

  “Now listen here big guy. We're here to repay you for the little number you did on us last month. See, we didn't want you going out without a goodbye from us.”

  The small guard cackled. “You did give us so much entertainment, Mr. Carthswaite. We'll miss you. But before you go, we'd like you to have something on the house.” The three guards handcuffed Stetson to either side of his cell, and he fought with all his might to get free. It wasn't enough the sick fucks would take away his life, they needed his dignity too. Stetson looked up at a camera in the corner of the room, knowing full well the rest of the guards were laughing their asses off, watching from the safety of their own observation chamber.

  But he couldn't get free. There was no use, as the small guard jabbed him in the side with a needle full of sedative. “See we had to get some special concoctions for you. This here medicine is really for horses, but we know you really don't mind because you're not all that much different now are you?” Then the small guard took a rusty metal spoon and scooped some of the shit up.

  “Open wide, sweetheart. Here comes the airp
lane. VRRRROOOOOOOM!”

  The small guard shoved the spoonful of dog shit in his mouth, down his throat. Stetson had no other choice but to swallow or choke. The other guards laughed. Then suddenly the door shut behind them. There was nothing but silence and the boys got real scared real fast.

  “Who's there?” one of them asked. There was no response. The dwarf tried opening the cell door but it wouldn't budge.

  “It's stuck!”

  They started to panic now. “Let us out,” the dwarf said, standing on top of the bed, looking into the camera and waving his hands. One of the big guards managed to open the door, and they rushed outside, leaving Stetson drugged with a stomach full of dog shit. Outside, they looked around the hallway and there was nothing. Stetson's door shut again by itself, and from his perspective, he could see the guards' frightened eyes watching him through the small square window in the door. They screamed blood murder. Something bad was happening.

  IV

  Carter got up from Michael Ingram's bed, looking at the clock. It was officially 12 hours to Stetson's execution. He couldn't wait around any longer. Ingrams was no help and Carter made the mistake of dealing with his grief and sorrow by ignoring, a quality Stetson himself probably imparted to him. But now there was nothing but panic in Carter's soul.

  “Oh God! No! I can't survive this!” Ingram jumped up from the bed, as Carter's verbal insanity shocked him from his dreams. He grabbed Carter, and tried to comfort him, but Carter wouldn't let go. He fought out of Ingram's arms.

  “Fuck you for wasting my time. You are a terrible human being!” He ran out of the door, into the street, to sleep in his car.

  --

  The next day, Carter looked up the judge's home address in the phone book, and gassed up his car. He was going to make this personal. On the way to the judge's house he stopped by a pawn shop. The clerk greeted him with a reserved smile. “Hi sir. How can I help you today. Are you okay?”